Donald was very tactful in socializing.
He knew he’d better avoid more complications at this time. Therefore, he quickly sent Patrick away.
As Felix never begrudged money, Donald had the discretion to decide how much compensation Patrick could have. As long as it could shut Patrick up so that he would leave Queeny alone, the money would be well spent.
After Donald showed Patrick the door, with Queeny in his arms, Felix headed for the building where Sarah was lying in.
This accident occurred too unexpectedly. After Sarah died, the police intended to take her body away.
But Felix knew how close she and Queeny was. He was also aware that she died to save Queeny.
Hence, he sent his men to stop the police right away.
The nature of this case was too obvious, so no further investigation was needed.
The police then learned that they were Sarah’s family and they also knew Felix. Plus, they wouldn’t run away with the body anyway. Thus, the police didn’t object and let them bring the body back to the castle.
Felix then ordered his men to put the body in the lobby of the side building.
As he carried Queeny there, from afar, he saw the servants had set the lobby into a makeshift mourning hall.
There was a huge coffin in the center of the hall. Sarah was quietly lying in it.
Queeny shuddered violently at this scene.
Felix put her down and said, “I knew you would want to see her, so I asked them to keep her here. But this is not her home. After you’re done, I’ll let Patrick bring her back.”
After a pause, he consoled in a low voice, “The deceased won’t come back to life. Try not to be too sad.”
Queeny didn’t speak.
She was biting her lips. Her eyes had been riveted to the huge coffin since the moment she came here.
Supported by Felix, she trudged forward.
The coffin was made of fine cypress and painted black. At the foot of the coffin lay many fresh flowers, which Donald sent people to buy last night.
Step by step, Queeny edged toward the coffin.
Putting her hands on the fringe of the coffin, Queeny popped her head in and looked.
Just with one glance, tears gurgled out.
Sarah was quietly lying inside the coffin. Her delicate face was white as a sheet. She had changed into a sharp white outfit, which made her look like a sacred angel.
If it weren’t for the fact that she had no pulse, no breathing, and her face was unusually pale, she was actually not much different from when she was alive.
She was still young, pretty, and vigorous.
Queeny was assaulted by a spasm of agony. It was like a knife had cut out a big hole in her heart.
Blood was gushing, while a cold wind blew in, chilling her whole body.
“Sarah…”
She trailed off. Tears poured out. Sorrow had prevented her from finishing the sentence.
Felix didn’t go up to comfort her.
Instead, he just stood by her side in silence, watching her with grim eyes.
The servants in the mournful hall had been sent away. The two were the only living people in the spacious room.
Just like this, Felix silently watched Queeny suffer, repent, and try over and over again to wake Sarah up from her eternal sleep.
“Sarah, I’m here. Your sister is here. Open your eyes and look at me. Didn’t you say you want to build your own fashion brand and open your own fashion store? Didn’t you say you would become the best fashion designer around the globe?”
“Wake up and look at me. No matter what you want to be, I’ll be one-hundred percent supportive. I’ll help you to make all your dreams come true.”
“But please, just open your eyes and look at me.”
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